Page 24 of High Side
So Kylie rose up to her knees, letting Brit roll to sitting to work her shirt off. She plucked at Brittany’s, because it was only fair to be on equal ground.
Lord, that was some pretty, tanned skin. Brittany tugged off her sports bra, baring small but perfectly round breasts that made Kylie’s mouth water. She had to touch.
She stroked circles around the sweet pink nipples, humming as they tightened into taut little peaks.
“Damn.” Brittany wiggled and panted. “Calluses are so hot.” She grinned, and Kylie had to laugh.
“I’m glad you think so, because I probably have them on my ass, too.”
“Ooh. I’ll have to explore.” Brit grabbed her ass and squeezed like she was testing avocados.
“Hey, now.” Kylie snorted. “Not romantic.”
“Oh, are we going for romance? Then callused ass comments need to go, hon.”
“Got it.” Kylie traced Brittany’s lips with her thumb. “I’ll focus.”
“Good girl. I like a woman with focus.” Brittany bit the tip of her thumb.
“Mmmhmm.” She was losing the thread of their little talk, so she leaned down to take another kiss, this one deeper than before, exploring long and hard.
She groaned, focusing on tasting Brit, the mix of woman and wine joining with the scent of river and wind. They touched each other, learning curves and skin, teasing and learning hot spots.
Then Brittany rolled up even more to struggle out of her shorts.
She backed off and helped, smoothing the clothes down Brit’s muscled thighs.
That girl was just stacked to the ceiling. Not in fake boobs or huge fake booty. Just an athletic body with all the right moves. Kylie was a fan, and she traced a circle around Brit’s navel, watching muscles quiver.
“Fuck, you’re fine.” She took another kiss, fingers stroking one breast.
“Me? Oh, Kylie, I was thinking just now how you rock my world.” Brittany tugged at her cut-offs. “I want to see the rest. Kinda desperately.”
She unbuttoned her jeans shorts and wiggled them off, skinning her panties along with. She was in this, all the way.
Brittany’s breath caught, and she licked her lips as she stared. “God, you’re hot. And you smell good.”
Kylie pounced, bowling Brit back over onto the bed, then covering that strong body with hers. Brittany answered with a laugh, and Kylie stopped it with her kiss. She needed, and it had been too damn long.
Brittany wrapped around her, arms and legs cradling her as they rubbed together. She slid along Brittany’s body, loving how they fit, how they caught against each other.
Kylie pressed one leg between Brit’s legs, groaning low as the wet heat went right to her clit.
“Mmm! Yeah. Right there.” Brittany arched into her, fingers digging into her back.
“Mmhmm… I got you.” She pushed again, giving it a little rock and a rub this time.
“You do. All the way.” Brittany touched her, hands sliding down her back to squeeze her ass. That was way less like testing produce and way more “fuck me, don’t stop.”
Much better.
Kylie pushed up just enough to slide her own hand between them, dipping her fingers below the waist to tease Brittany, testing her wetness.
She was slick and hot, and when Kylie nudged her clit, she arched, so pretty. Brittany squirmed and made this amazing little noise that almost sounded like a growl of frustration.
“More, Kylie.”
“What do you want, honey? Do you want to ride my hand? Feel my fingers inside you?”
